Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.